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Jack lifted his coffee cup to his mouth as he was staring at his Advanced Calculus text book. He had been home-schooled for K-12 and was a bit worried about heading off to Fairbanks for university in a few short weeks so he had started reviewing calculus. He was pondering what property the set of real numbers possesses that makes it possible to prove that a continuous function on [0,1] always attains a maximum, while this is not true for the rational numbers. He immediately regretted it. "Yuck!"

His mother, Neva, who was washing dishes at the sink asked, "What?"

"Oh. My coffee got cold while I was thinking." He looked up at his mother. She was still in her sleeping shirt, which was an old grey Henley that ended several inches below her wide, shapely hips. Her full butt filled out the shirt nicely and shook slightly from side-to-side as she scrubbed the skillet from this morning's breakfast. He could make out the lines of her panties running along the tops of her buns under the shirt and imagined what she might look like without the shirt. Her narrow waist and athletic legs accented her full womanly curves. She was wearing thick wool socks that ended about halfway up her smooth calves.

"Hold on a minute," she said as she dried her hands on a dishtowel. She picked up the coffee pot and walked to the kitchen table where Jack was studying. Neva's heavy breasts swayed and her large nipples poked the old fabric of the shirt. Jack noted with pride that his mother was perfect. Well, at least he thought she was. At 36-years-old, her breasts didn't appear to have any sag in them based on the location of her nipples. He imagined what they looked like when she was naked. When she bent over to pour fresh coffee in his cup the Henley, which wasn't buttoned, opened at the neck and he got a nice view of her ample cleavage. "How's that?" He looked up from her cleavage into her face and saw her smiling at him.

"How's what?" he asked, hoping that she had not noticed him staring at her tits.

"Do you need anything other than coffee?" she asked. She had noticed him staring at her chest. In fact, recently she had noticed that quite often he was staring at her chest...or butt. She'd also noticed that typically he had a bulge in his pants while staring at her. At first she had found it a bit disconcerting, but soon realized that given that there was not another woman within 50 miles of their homestead, he really had no other women to look at. Neva and his father, John, had moved to Alaska shortly after they had been married mainly to escape her asshole father. Neva had been pregnant when she and John had gotten married straight out of high school, so Jack had never known what it was like to live with television, the internet, and because he was homeschooled, girls.

"Thanks, Mom." Neva returned the coffee to the stove and started drying dishes. He quickly adjusted his semi-erect penis and returned to his studies.

Part II.

John was propped up on a pillow in bed reading the latest edition of North American Hunter magazine while Neva washed her face in their bathroom.

"John, how old were you when you started masturbating?"

John looked over the top of the magazine at the open door to the bathroom. What the fuck? he thought to himself. "That's a random question!"

Neva peered into the bedroom wearing only red panties. She had her hair pulled up and held out of her face by a hairband and her face was covered with cleansing cream. As she applied the cream her breasts wobbled back and forth banging against one another. "Yeah. I guess it is."

"Let's see," he said. "I guess I was around eleven. That was a long time ago. Maybe twelve."

"Really?" She looked back into their bedroom. "Eleven years old? How did you figure out how to do it at that age?"

"Oh, that's easy. I had a friend named Mark... Mark... something. I can't remember his last name. Mark had a brother who was a lot older than us, like maybe five or six years older than us. I think he was probably in high school when we were in elementary school. If I recall, Mark was a year in front of me. Anyway, he told Mark how to do it and Mark told me. In retrospect, we got a lot of misinformation but the basics were sound."

Neva walked into the bedroom wearing the Henley shirt and slid under the comforter next to John. He looked over at her and asked, "Why in the world did you want to know that?"

Neva sighed. "I don't know." She nervously ran her hand over the comforter. "I guess I'm just worried about Jack."

"Ah," John said, and returned to reading his magazine.

She put her hand on the magazine and pushed it back down onto his chest. "I'm serious." She bit her lip and then asked, "I think he's probably still a virgin, don't you?" She didn't wait for John to reply. "Do you think Jack knows how to masturbate?"

John's eyes went wide. "I have no idea and I'm not about to ask him!" He was mortified and was smiling nervously. She was not smiling, and looked concerned. Seeing this he said, "He's smart and eighteen. I'd be willing to bet he's figured it out."

"I don't know," she said. "We don't have internet and he was rarely around k**s his own age." She looked over at John. "I think you should talk to him."

"I don' think so."

"Why?"

"Really? Why?" He was no longer smiling and worry lines furrowed his brow. "Neva, baby, think about how this conversation would go. 'Jack, are you a virgin? Yeah, well, do you have any idea how to jerk off? No? Let me show you.'" John was making the international jerking off a dick motion with his hand. "He'd probably wonder off into the woods and never come home."

Neva gave John a wan smile. "Yeah, I guess you're right." She paused and then said, "It's just that he's going off to UA-Fairbanks soon and...he's a virgin...and..." She trailed off.

"You know, k**s figured out how to masturbate before there was an internet? I figured it out. You figured it out." John lifted the magazine from his chest and started reading. "He'll be fine. Lot's of guys go to college a virgin." Neva took the novel from her nightstand and removed her bookmark. She stared at the page, but she wasn't reading.

Part III.

The first cabin John had built for the newlywed couple 19 years previous was rudimentary to say the least. The cabin was one large room with a sleeping loft. They had no running water, no electricity, a wood burning stove for heat and an outhouse for when nature called. After Jack was born, Neva insisted on running water and indoor plumbing, so John had a well drilled, and built them an indoor bathroom. However, he also built an outdoor shower complete with a flush toilet and a septic system. That small one-room shack was replaced years ago with a nice log cabin, but one of the things the couple loved from those rustic times was the outdoor shower. The new house had two full bathrooms upstairs and a half bathroom downstairs, but the family still used the outdoor shower when the Alaska weather allowed for it.

Neva awoke with the first rays of sun streaming in through the east facing window of the bedroom. It was mid-August and they were finally starting to have some darkness at night. She stretched her arms above her shoulders and moaned, twisting and stretching. She rolled over and saw that John had left for work. She hadn't even heard John start his truck. As a logger, his summer days were very long. He couldn't log in the Alaska winter, so he made as much money in the summer as he could to see them through the entire year. She heard the door to Jack's bedroom open. Obviously, the sun had awoken him as well.

"Good morning, Jack," she called out as she saw his shadow cross the gap underneath her bedroom door.

"Good morning, Mom," he returned through the door.

After a couple of seconds the bedroom door opened and a very sleepy and bleary eyed young man walked in. "What are you doing up so early?" She patted the bed next to her.

He sat down heavily. "The sun woke me up." He rubbed his eyes with the backs of his fists. "Also, Mom, honestly, I'm worried about going off to college. I'm really not sleeping too well. I've never lived anywhere but here."

She stared at her only son who was now a young man. She reached out her left hand and placed it on his leg. "Yeah, I was worried about that. I haven't been sleeping very well either. But, I'm sure you'll adjust as soon as you make friends." She patted his leg. "Colleges are really good at taking a bunch of scared 18-year-olds and getting them to mingle and blend. You'll meet people who will be life-long friends."

"I guess so." He didn't look like he believed her. He looked down and saw her erect nipples under her sleeping shirt. He felt his cock start to chub up.

"Come on. Let's get going and I'll make us breakfast." Neva threw the comforter off of herself before she realized that her morning stretch had gathered the Henley up around her midsection. Both Neva and Jack looked down simultaneously to see that the little red panties that she had slept in were the only thing covering her vagina, and they had climbed up into her crack giving her one hell of a camel toe. She swung her legs off of the bed and stood up pulling the Henley over her bottom, but not before giving Jack a wonderful view of her full butt, which was only barely covered by the fabric of the panties. He began to get even more erect. She walked around the bed, her heavy breasts swaying under the fabric. Her swaying breasts were not helping Jack's condition one single bit. Oh shit, not now, he thought to himself.

Neva was determined to play off her accidentally exposing herself to Jack, so she walked around the bed, grabbed him by both hands, and pulled him to his feet. "Come on, let's get goi..." She trailed off in mid-sentence when she saw his raging hard-on tenting the front of his pajamas. In the past, he'd been able to hide his bulge since he was typically sitting. She'd never seen the full extent of his erection. She looked up from his crotch into his eyes. She could tell he was embarrassed from the bright red tint of his cheeks. "Oh, shit," she said covering her mouth with her hand, "did I do that?" She pointed at his obvious boner.

"What?" he asked hoping that if he played dumb she might drop the subject.

"That," she said, pointing down at his crotch, her eyes fixed to the object of her attention.

He followed the imaginary line from the tip of her finger to his dick and was mortified to see the extent of the pup tent in his pajama bottoms. He was completely hard. "Yeah," he said, "I guess. Sorry."

"Well, shit. You have nothing to be sorry about; it's only natural. But, I AM sorry. I didn't mean to flash you that way."

"It's okay, Mom. It was an accident."

"Yes. But, it's my fault." She looked into his eyes searching. They held the gaze for several seconds. She looked back down at his erection. "It looks painful."

"It's not too bad," he said. "I'm kind of used to it now. It happens a lot now a days and usually at the worst possible time."

She realized she was staring at his erection. She looked up into his face. "Do you know how to take care of it yourself?"

"Mom!" The shock showed plainly on his face. "I'm not going to answer that!"

"Jack. Sugar. It's natural to masturbate. I masturbate. Everyone masturbates."

Jack's face was even brighter red now, if that was possible. "Mom! Stop! I don't need to know about you, you know, doing that." Jack was clearly very uncomfortable and he adjusted his erection in his pajamas.

She said, "You can say the word, Jack. Mas-tur-bate."

"Mom! Stop!"

"My point was," she said trying to diffuse the situation, "that if you need to run off and take care of that, then I'm fine with it. Do you need some lotion?"

"Mom!"

She realized again she was staring at his erection but she just couldn't seem to tear her eyes away from it. She suddenly realized why men stared at her tits when they spoke to her. "It really is fine with me if you want to run back to your room and jerk off." She looked back up into his eyes and saw that he was mortified at the conversation.

She gave him a sad smile. "No?" She reached out and stroked his penis through the fabric of his pajamas. Jack's eyes went wide. She wasn't even sure why she had done it. She didn't really mean to grope her son's erect cock. It just looked so painful and he obviously wasn't comfortable doing anything about it himself. She just, sort of, took the problem into her own hands, both figuratively and literally.

She looked back into his eyes. His eyes were locked on her eyes while she gently stroked his cock through the fabric of his pajamas. "I think it's only fair that since I caused it I should take care of it. Don't you agree?"

She grabbed the elastic band of his pajamas and pulled them up and over his erection, allowing the pajamas to fall to the floor. The head of his cock was pointing up at her. She slowly worked her small hand up and down the soft skin of his boner. "How's that feel?"

"Great," he whispered.

"What do you use for lube? I mean, normally. Lotion? Oil? Spit?"

"What?"

"Do you not use lube? You poor baby. No one has ever taught you how to jerk off correctly, then. It feels a lot better if you use lube." She spit into her hand and started to work her hand up and down the shaft. "How's that?"

"Better," is all he managed.

She spit in her hand again and continued to work up and down his shaft.

"Mom?"

"Yes, honey."

"What is a blowjob?"

"Well," she said, "it's when a woman uses her mouth on a man's penis."

"Really? It sounds kind of gross for the woman."

"No," she said, "not really. It's actually kind of fun." She dropped to her knees and quickly sucked the head into her mouth. She could already taste pre-cum on his rock-hard teenage cock.

Jack instinctively closed his eyes and threw his head back moaning. "Oh! I've never felt anything like that before!"

Neva swirled her tongue around the corona and then let the shaft slide into her mouth until she felt his cock contact the back of her throat. She pulled her head back bringing the tip of his cock to her lips and then again allowed him to enter her mouth until the tip touched her throat. She repeated this a couple of times and then pulled him completely out of her mouth. "Honey, I take it that you never have had a girl give you a blowjob." It was a statement instead of a question.

He looked down. His mother was slowly working his cock up and down with her right hand while looking up at him. She was gently stroking his balls with her left hand. "No. I've never been with... I mean... uh... a woman. I did hide behind the woodshed so I could see Aunt Hilary in the outdoor shower when she visited last summer. I could see her huge, perfect boobs, but nothing else. Other than her, I've never even seen any other woman naked." He was clearly ashamed. "Mom, I'm the only 18-year-old virgin in Alaska."

She smiled broadly. "Honey. No, you're not." She got a devious look on her face. "Did you jerk off to Aunt Hilary's huge boobs?"

"Yeah," he stammered, "I guess."

"Good." She smiled. Then a realization crossed her face and she asked, "Hey! Have you ever hidden behind the woodshed to see me naked in the shower?"

He looked genuinely scared. "Honest, Mom. No. I thought about it, but decided not to."

"It's natural for a teenage boy to fantasize about his mother." She continued to stroke his cock with her right hand. "But, since you were a good boy and didn't peek, you deserve a special reward." She sucked his dick back into her mouth and pushed her head forward until the tip touched her throat. But, this time she took a deep breath, swallowed, and allowed the head of his cock to enter her throat. When her nose pressed against his stomach, she licked his balls with her tongue while his dick was in her throat. She looked up at him and nodded slightly, looking for approval.

"Fuck, Mom. I'm not going to last long."

She pulled her head back letting his dick slip out of her mouth with a pop. "That's the idea, honey." She swirled her tongue around the corona again. She looked up into his eyes. "You can come in Mommy's mouth."

"Really?"

She smiled and sucked just the head into her mouth while running her tongue along the underside of his corona. She looked up at him, nodded quickly to confirm that it was okay to indeed come in her mouth, and sucked him deeply down her throat. She then began to work her mouth up and down the length of his shaft while holding onto his butt with both of her hands. She felt his cock expand, the pre-come flow, and his hands gently placed on the back of her head. He was very close to coming and she was excited that she was able to do this for her son. He erupted into her mouth with a small spurt, followed by a huge rope of semen that coated the back of her throat. She swallowed rapidly, but the come just kept pouring out of his cock into her mouth and a small amount escaped her lips and fell onto her shirt.

When he was done and she was sure that she had drained every drop of sperm out of his balls, she allowed him to pop out of her mouth. She looked up into his eyes, a small amount of come dripping from the edge of her lips and running down her chin. "How was that?"

"Unbelievable, Mom. It was better than I ever imagined it would be."

She smiled and used her index finger to clean her chin, sucking the last of his come into her mouth. "You taste good." She stood up and looked down at her shirt. His come had landed on the shirt covering her left breast. "Oops. I guess I'll need to wash this before your dad gets home."

Jack looked at her chest and noticed both her nipples were erect and poking hard into the worn fabric of the old Henley. This was the first time that he had been able to stare at her breasts without concern of getting caught. Quietly, almost in a whisper he said, "Mom, you have great tits."

"Thanks, honey." She smiled broadly. She used her arms to push them together. "Would you like to touch them?"

Jack nodded his head afraid that if he spoke he'd wake up from this dream. She took his hand and put it on her breast. He was surprised at how firm it was. He gently squeezed her breast for several seconds.

Neva broke the trance by saying, "Now run along and let me get cleaned up."

Part IV.

Jack was in the back-yard splitting firewood for the approaching winter. He swung the awl over his head striking the log dead center, which caused it to split into two neat pieces. Small pieces of wood flew in every direction. Neva came around the corner dressed in a tank top tee shirt, blue jean cut-off shorts that were too short for public, and a pair of black rubber boots that ended at about her knees. She wore a wide-brim hat to protect her face from the late summer sun. She watched her young man chopping fire wood. The perspiration glistened on his sinewy young muscles and his back and chest were covered with fines pieces of wood that had flown off the fire wood and landed on his shirtless torso.

"Hey, you," she said, "go get the big rifle. I need you on bear protection duty while I pick berries along the creek bottom."

"Okay. Let me stack this really quick so Dad won't be angry if he comes home early." After stacking the wood, Jack ran into the house and emerged a few minutes later with the Winchester Model 70 in .375 H&H magnum. "Ready."

The two of them walked about a mile down a trail that doubled as a snowmobile track in the winter. When John wasn't logging during the winter months, he ran a trap line to help pay the bills and this trail to the creek was his main way to get out into the wilderness. Neva made small talk with Jack. "So, are you feeling any better about heading to school?"

Luckily, John wasn't home. However, both of the lovers forgot about the game cameras that John had installed around the property to monitor for bear activity around the house.

Part V.

John could hear Neva getting ready for bed in their bathroom. When he heard the sink running he knew that she was washing the cleansing cream from her face. He grinned, stripped off his boxer shorts and stood just outside the bathroom door where she couldn't see him. When he heard her sit on the toilet he came around the doorway allowing his erection to proceed him into the bathroom.

Neva grinned and said, "What do we have here?" She was sitting on the toilet naked with her panties just beyond the crook of her knees, which were demurely together.

John placed his penis close to her mouth and Neva hungrily engulfed it, taking it all the way to the back of her throat. John said, "Spread your legs so I can see you pee."

Neva pushed her panties to the floor and spread her legs wide. John could see the stream of urine pour from her vagina as he pumped his erect rod gently into her mouth. He said, "Did you go skinny dipping today?"

Neva's eyes shot up to meet his with his rock hard cock still in her mouth. The stream of pee suddenly stopped. How could he know? Was he spying on us?

Neva nodded her head as John smiled down at her and continued to gently pump his cock in and out of her mouth. "Have you taught Jack to masturbate yet?" Neva's mind was reeling. Should she be honest or lie. She could tell him 'no' and it would not be a lie. After all, technically Jack already knew how to masturbate. He had admitted that he masturbated when he had seen her sister in the shower. Fuck! I've never lied to him before. She nodded her head. Worry lines furrowed her brow as John continued to fuck her mouth. At that moment she realized that John was thicker than Jack, but that Jack was longer than John. They also smelled different.

John asked, "Have you deep throated our son yet?"

Without a moment's hesitation this time, she nodded.

John said, "I bet he liked that."

Again, Neva nodded her head.

John asked, "Why did you stop peeing, honey. Go ahead and get it all out before bed."

Peeing was the last thing on Neva's mind, but she closed her eyes and concentrated on John's dick and her bladder. She was relieved, both literally and figuratively when the urine stream started anew.

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"Have you fucked him?"

Her eyes flew open and she locked on John's eyes. She adamantly shook her head and mumbled, "uh uh."

When she was done urinating, John pulled his erection from her mouth, pulled her to her feet, and kissed her deeply and passionately. He kissed her down her neck to her collar bone. "Too bad for Jack. You're one hell of a good fuck." He smiled at her and led her into their bedroom.

"You're not angry with me?"

"No. Hell no." He laid her down on the bed and climbed on top of her, placing his weight on his elbows. He looked deep into her eyes and slid his cock into her waiting pussy. She purred and lifted her legs, crossing them and placing her feet on his ass. "Jack's a man now, too. There are two men in this house and only one woman. I recognize I need to share." He lowered his head and sucked one of her amazing nipples into his mouth.

Neva placed her hand on the back of his head while he nursed from her tit. "I love you so much, John."

John quickened the pace of his hips until he was fucking Neva deep, hard, and fast. He looked down at her and said, "Let's give him a performance so he'll have something to look forward to."

Neva's first orgasm hit her like a freight train, and that was only one of many that night.

They were laying in a sweaty tangle of limbs, the cool night air causing their skin to dimple. "How did you find out?"

"Trail cams."

She rolled on her back. "Ah, fuck...trail cams."

Part VI.

Snow was falling hard when John finally pulled into the driveway. He had driven into town to pick up Jack at the airport. Jack had four weeks off from school for the Christmas holiday and had flown home from Fairbanks as soon as he had finished his last final exam for the semester.

Neva saw Jack emerge from the passenger side door of John's truck. Her breath caught in her throat. Has he gotten bigger? She couldn't wait for them to climb out of the truck and come to the door, so she flew out of the front door, through the snow, and jumped into Jack's arms. She kissed him on the cheek and hugged him tight.

"I missed you too, Mom!"

She kissed him again. "Come on inside! I'm freezing out here!"

Jack could see his mom's nipples poking through the the fabric of the clingy sweater she was wearing. "I see that," he quipped. He wrapped his arm around her, threw his bag over his shoulder, and escorted Neva into he house.

John set Jack's second bag down at the foot of the staircase and asked, "I'm going to have a belt of Scotch to warm up? Anyone else care for a wee dram?" John used an awful fake Scottish accent.

"Yeah, Dad. I'll be down in a sec." With that he ran up the stairs with his bags while Neva and John smiled at one another at the base of the stairs.

John turned to Neva and said, "He's almost a man now."

Neva just smiled and nodded agreement.

Neva had made them a wonderful moose roast for dinner and they enjoyed a couple of bottles of a fine red wine. The change in Jack was amazing and he shared all of his new experiences at college with his parents who were more than a willing audience. Because they didn't have a phone or internet, Jack had had to resort to writing letters, and like any teenager, he wasn't particularly interested in writing letters home when he could be experiencing life. He'd only written two letters all semester and they were not exactly replete with details.

As the snow continued to fall outside and the temperature plummeted after the early winter sun had set, John built up the fire in the wood stove in the den, brought in a big pile of wood to stoke the fire throughout the night, and then excused himself. "I'm going to get in my pajamas so I can relax down here for the rest of the night."

"Great idea, sweetheart," Neva said. "I'll be up in a few minutes to do the same."

When John had left the den, Neva asked Jack, "Well, any movement on the girlfriend front?"

Jack grinned. "Maybe."

"Oh, don't be mean! What does 'maybe' mean?"

He smiled at her. "It means that I'm seeing someone but it hasn't gotten physical yet."

"Well, that's okay. It's a start." She started up the stairs. "I'm going to get on my pajamas and then I'll be right down."

John came down first and sat in his big recliner by the stove after pouring himself a second large glass of Scotch. Jack sat on the end of the couch with his feet on an ottoman and the two of them discussed college and classes until Neva came down the stairs wearing her old grey Henley and her wool socks. Jack thought, some things never change. Neva grabbed a quilt off of the back of the couch and laid down on her side with her head in Jack's lap and her legs and feet drawn up in the fetal position. Jack rested his right hand on her shoulder and the three of them talked into the night.

When the conversation started to wind down, John dosed off and began to snore quietly. While his father was sleeping, Jack moved his hand down and groped one of his mother's breasts through the quilt. She grinned and whispered, "You're bad." She moved his hand.

He allowed his hand to fall behind her so that it was between her back and the cushions. He then moved his hand under the quilt and allowed it to wonder down to his mother's butt. He rubbed her butt over the fabric of the Henley sleeping shirt. Her butt was warm and oh so round. He gently pulled the fabric of the Henley up. She ever so slightly lifted her weight off of her hip on the couch to allow him to move the fabric. He was delighted that she was willing to play his little game. He was even more delighted when he moved his hand to her round butt and discovered that she wasn't wearing any panties. This has got to be for me! She always wears panties under her nightshirt. His cock began to swell and Neva could feel his penis against the top of her head. She looked up at him and he whispered to her, "You're bad." She smirked at him and winked.

Jack moved his hand to his mother's naked ass. He moved his hand down the crack allowing his fingers to trace over her asshole. When he reached her vagina, he slid his middle finger into her as far as he could. He slowly pumped his finger in her pussy.

John snored loudly, which woke him up. He looked around the room and his eyes fixed on the two of them sitting on the couch.

"Mom," Jack said.

"Yes, honey?"

"Did you make any dessert?"

"Yes."

"Is it cherry pie, by chance? I'd love some cherry pie."

She grinned up at him as he pumped his finger in and out of her pussy.

John said, "Neva, have you ever made cherry pie? I don't remember you ever making cherry pie."

"Yeah, Dad," Jack said looking at him while he had a finger buried in his Mom's warm pussy, "there was that one time she made you cherry pie."

"Hmm." He closed his eyes. "I don't remember."

Neva shook her head at him and grinned. "No," she said, "I made blackberry cobbler."

"Are those the blackberries we picked along the creek bottom last summer." Jack pulled his finger out of his mother's pussy and moved his finger up to her asshole. He pushed his finger into her tight asshole and buried it up to the palm of his hand. Neva's eyes went wide and she looked up at him with surprise in her face. He slowly started working the finger in and out of his mother's ass. He'd pull the finger all of the way out, rub tiny circles on her asshole, and then push it back in. She closed her eyes clearly enjoying the sensation.

"Yes," she said trying to keep a normal tone in her voice while her son finger fucked her ass.

"That was a fun day, wasn't it?"

John opened his eyes and looked at them again. "What was so fun about it?"

Jack answered, "We just had a good time picking berries. Mom taught me some stuff that day."

"Really? What?" John wanted so badly to taunt his son, who had no idea that he knew exactly what they had done in the creek that day.

"Just life stuff. Things like sometimes you can do things for other people that make them happy and are selfless, even if you're not sure you should do them."

Neva's eyes went wide again.

"Your mom's a smart woman and very giving. I'm not surprised that she'd teach you to be selfless and help others, particularly when it's not easy to do."

"You can say that again, Dad."

Neva closed her eyes again as Jack continued to work his finger in and out of her ass.

John said, "Baby if you're falling asleep why don't you run up to bed?"

Neva opened her sleepy eyes and looked at John. "Hello, Kettle. You're black." She closed her eyes again. "Anyway, I'm not sleeping. I'm just really relaxed right now."

Jack finger fucked his mom for about five more minutes when he said, "I'm going to run up and put on my pajamas. Mom, why don't you fix us some dessert?" With that he got out from under his mother's head and ran up the stairs.

John said to Neva, "It sure is nice having him home."

"It sure is."

When Jack came back downstairs he stopped dead in his tracks at the base of the stairway. His father was still sitting in his chair, but Neva was kneeling in front of him, clearly giving him a blowjob. Her head was bobbing up and down and John's head was thrown back, his eyes closed. Neva's full butt was covered by her Henley shirt, but looked awfully good stuck up in the air like it was.

John's eyes popped open. He saw Jack and said, "Hey, man. Why don't you come and join us? I'm sure your mom could use some attention."

She let John's dick slip from her mouth and looked over her shoulder at Jack. She was jerking John off with her right hand. It was the first time he'd ever seen another man's erect penis. "You got me all hot and bothered with your finger in my ass." She straightened her body and pulled her shirt up and over her head. Her large breasts sprang up and swung back down into place. Her nipples were large and erect. She bent back over at the waist and took John back into her mouth. She waggled her butt in invitation to Jack.

What the fuck is going on here? Jack's cock was hard as a rock but his brain was confused. His mother put her hand behind her and pointed at her ass. She waggled her butt at him again. He could see her swollen vulva was extremely moist and that juices were literally dripping down the inside of her thighs. Like a zombie he walked up behind her and dropped to his knees. Her head bobbed up and down on his father's cock. Her ass was amazing and her pussy was framed perfectly by the symmetry of her round ass. He ran his finger down the crack of her ass and found her wet pussy. He slid a finger into her and buried his face in her ass. His tongue jumped from his mouth and probed her anus and vulva from behind. She sucked in air and moaned loudly.

John said, "Whatever you just did, she really liked it!"

He smiled to himself. He worked his tongue for several minutes until she began to thrust her ass back into his face. He grabbed her legs to keep her from getting away. He heard his dad groan and thrust his hips up as he obviously came in her mouth. Jack didn't cease or even slow down the furious tongue fucking he was giving his mother. He heard his dad's cock pop out of her mouth and she said, "Jack! You're killing me!" She moaned and placed her head in John's lap. "I've come like five times already."

Jack's face was a sloppy mess. Neva's juices coated his face. He took his mouth off of her pussy and slipped his tongue into her ass once again. She moaned loudly. "I can't take this much longer! Please. Please. Please, someone fuck me!"

He looked up at his dad. John shrugged his shoulders and said, "She needs to be fucked."

Did I just get permission from my dad to fuck my mom?

He kneeled behind his mother with her butt high in the air, her face on her father's lap. He could see that his dad's cock was semi-erect, still gleaming from his mother's saliva, and he was slowly stroking himself. Jack pulled his throbbing dick from his pajamas and pressed it against her vulva. She was dripping wet, so when he pushed his hips forward, his dick was quickly buried in his mother's warm, wet pussy. The feeling that he had longed for so long was even better than he imagined it would be. She dropped her head down and came instantly. "Ahh! Fuck! So good!"

He reached forward and grasped her heavy full tits, which were hanging between his fathers outstretched legs. He started to thrust in and out of her while his Dad looked on, a strange grin on his face. The walls of her vagina seemed to grasp his dick and draw him in, holding his dick in place. He rocked his hips back and forth, realizing that he couldn't possible last very long. They fucked feverishly. He grabbed his mother's full hips and buried himself as deep as he could. She looked at him over her shoulder, and pleaded, "Put your thumb in my ass."

He wet his thumb in his mouth and pressed it into his mother's ass. Her eyes rolled up into the back of her head as he fucked her long and hard. Her legs quivered as she came hard once again. She stifled her ecstasy as she pushed her ass back hard against his desperate thrusts. He didn't even try to hold back, and soon joined her in climax, pumping an enormous load of semen into his mother's womb. When he was finally done emptying his balls into his mother, he collapsed on her sweaty back. They were motionless for several minutes as one, connected by a son's penis inside his mother's vagina, her bent at the waist, he kneeling behind her gripping her full hips. He could feel her vagina pulsating, his semi-erect cock slowly slipping from her.

He begrudgingly pulled his cock from his mom and sat on the floor behind her. He looked up as his dad, who winked at him and said, "You're a man now, son."